The next day I met up with James at Clyde's again. Over a pint he pestered me about every detail I could remember from the past two nights.
I gave him a play-by-play of his wife Kelsey's foray into prostitution, including how I got her to agree to actually fuck guys.
"So you had your fingers in her pussy?" James asked.
"Well, one finger."
"Crazy," he said. We both lifted our beers and took a long drink.
"How is it finally getting some action again?" I asked.
"I still haven't"
After an awkward pause I said, "Oh. Sorry man. I just assumed since she was sort of getting back in the swing of things, sex-wise, . . ."
"She's too worn out when she get's home. And the worst part is she's been teasing me with all these little details. About a cock she had in her mouth or how a cumshot felt on her tits. She can tell she's driving me wild."
"That's rough man," I said, sipping from my beer. "Do you want her to stop?"
"No, god no! . . . It's just different. Better really. I'd jus been used to not thinking about sex very much, since mid pregnancy or so. Now it's all I can think of. I'm the horniest I've ever been. I've been masturbating at least seven or eight times a day."
"Damn."
The following Saturday all four of the girls were working together on the same night. It was busy and even with four ladies they each had their share of cock.
After all the guys left we poured a last drink. We sat around relaxing, a couple of the girls still catching their breath. We laughed at Jess, recalling a cumshot that had nearly glued her eye shut.
"So what does your husband think about this?" Kelsey asked Becca as she snapped her bra back on.
"He hates it,"she answered, taking another sip of whiskey, "But the bastard deserves what he gets . . . What about yours?"
"James loves it. He told me a year or two when he was drunk that he'd always fantasized about me fucking another guy while he watched. He's had a non-stop erection since all this started."
"Yeah? Is the sex wilder?" Jess asked with a little smile.
"We haven't had sex since it started," Kelsey said.
"What?!" Stacy said.
"What?" Stacy asked defensively, "I'm worn out after a night of hard fucking here . . ."
"He's had a non-stop hard-on for the past five days?" Jess asked, "That poor guy."
"You gotta give that boy some relief," Becca said resting her arm on Kelsey's side.
"How often do you fuck your husband?" Kelsey asked her.
"Fuck? Never. I gave him a handjob a couple of weeks ago because he begged me to. But he is a cheating bastard. The whole time I was jerking him I kept telling him how useless his cock was. But you love your husband right?"
"Yeah . . . but honestly I sorta think he gets off on me denying him. I've been reading some stuff about it on a couple of different cuckold blogs."
"That's not all," I chimed in, "They haven't fucked since the baby was born," I took a big swig of my whiskey."
"WHAT??!!" Jess and Stacy yelled.
"You have GOT to give him some love, honey" Becca told her.
"Fine, fine. I'll jerk him off tonight," Kelsey said.
"Jerk?" Jess said."
"Okay, SUCK. I'll suck him off."
The next day Kelsey informed us that after a little teasing about all the other cock she'd had before she got home she did indeed suck him off. She said he was so excited he came in less than a minute.
A few nights later we were repeating the same routine. As I was pouring drinks Kelsey spoke up.
"Do you think some time you could set it up so that I could fuck a guy at my place?" she asked.
". . . Yeah," I said, "we can probably work something out."
"James has been begging me to see if I can make it happen . . . I told him if he could go a week without cumming at all then I'd find a way to make it happen."
"Ooh, you're mean," Stacy laughed.
"You should've seen the poor guy when I was getting ready tonight."
"I bet," Stacy said.
"But it'd have to be pretty late. After the baby is soundly asleep."
"Okay," I said.
"You should just have Tim do it," Jess said, "I'm sure he'd be more than willing."
"So next Monday?" I asked.
"Right."
